Goodbye to an Angel
In the ugly bleak and often cruel world of assisted living, once in a very very great while you will actually come across an angel.
They are a caretaker that cares for the residents, not because it is her "job" that she is paid to do, but simply because if the care and love in her heart.
Such is one named Pat in this penitentiary I reside at, in the small city of Loganville.
She was a ray of light in what is usually a depressing, lonely life of the residents.
She was treated like garbage by her employers, called n***** by some of the residents and worked to beyond capacity for what I can only say was a dismal salary for the responsibilities she carried and the job she did.
Despite being so badly treated, despite the names, despite the utter exhaustion she carried on with a smile. She carried on with a smile, not just on her face, but in her eyes as well.
But, she would also stand firm on things she thought were wrong here and it finally caught up with her. I have never been able to understand how the owners of this place could be so blind or how they could be so downright mean to the one person that made this place liveable, who made it continue to function.
I found out this morning, she has been terminated.
Just remember, whatever path you now embark on dear Pat, you go with our love, admiration and respect. I pray special blessings flood your coffers and that you continue to draw close to the God you worshiped and served.
And I now look to and beseech that God for justice.